And There Was Soccer

Josie has been signed for youth league soccer and she's excited about it. The first practice got rained out, but she was in the game on Saturday, despite not knowing much about it. 

Her dad played youth league and was on the high school team, and they spent a little time kicking the ball around the morning of the game. 

I wasn't there--these are Claui's pictures -- but I think Josie is the tall one in a gray shirt with a pony tail (foreground above; the middle gray shirt below.)

I suspect there were other first-timers;  no matter, our girl had a great time!

 

DJT: Secret Agent Man

                                                        

Speaker Mike Johnson explains it all: Dear Leader was an undercover (giggle) operative for all those years he was hanging out with Jeffrey Epstein. 

Right. Go on and pull the other one.

Now I don't doubt that DJT may have ratted on his good friend, after they fell out over a real estate deal--perfectly in character for our FOTUS.

But, as has been pointed out elsewhere. would it be in character for the loudmouth egotist in the White House to keep quiet about his heroic role bringing Epstein to justice?

I think not. 

RELEASE THE UNREDACTED FILES!

And let the chips fall where they may.

Odds and Ends

 

Waiting for the Queen

 

My Night-Blooming Cereus, aka Queen of the Night has been keeping me up for the past several nights. The spectacular blooms open after dark, releasing a heavenly fragrance. And the next morning they are sad, wilted rags.  And the plant blooms just once a year. 

Right now, in the greenhouse one plant is sporting five or six fat blooms--it's like a pregnant woman almost at her due date.

                                       

A few nights ago I got up at 3:30 and schlepped into the greenhouse to make sure I wasn't missing anything. (I wasn't.)

Alas, the greenhouse is a crummy location for trying to get a photo. A hot water tank for background and the only light, a flashlight. But the Queen is sprawling and any attempt to move her would likely result in broken stems.

It's almost nine pm as I write this. I'll give Her Majesty a little longer before I go take a bath and go to bed. 

Meanwhile, HERE is a post from another year with a reasonably successful capture.

  And she's opening --around 9:15. Oh Calloo, Callay!

                            

                                     

Faux Fall or Almost Autumn

 

Dear Sirs

 Dear Sen. Tillis, Sen. Budd, and Rep. Edwards:

I urge you to work for the release of the complete, unredacted Epstein Files.

I urge you to rein in the mad, lawless behavior of the POTUS who is treating the National Guard as his private army/landscaping crew; who is weaponizing the Justice Department against political rivals; who is attempting to undo all the progress made toward renewable energy; and who is using his office to enrich himself and his family on a scale hitherto unknown.

I urge you to seek the dismissal (if not the imprisonment) of the highly unqualified RFK whose quackery is imperiling the health of our nation.

I urge you to stop the lawless behavior of ICE--whose masked bounty hunters are a shame to this nation.

Groceries are higher; imports are going through the roof, and the US is becoming a pariah nation in the eyes of the world.

Are we great yet? 

Your increasingly angry constituent

Rain!

So welcome! Things were getting dry around here.

John  and I sat on the porch, breathing in the delicious cool , moist air and listening to the clatter of the rain on the metal roof. Bliss!

The creeks and the pastures will be revived and a good wetting helps dispel the always present threat of forest fires. 

A blessing!

 

Rabbit Rabbit

 

Re-Bloomer

 

Is a Puzzlement

I am puzzled as to why my Blogger dashboard suddenly is showing a much high number of hits per post than I've been used to. There are still only a few comments per post, but instead of the number of 'engagements' hovering around a hundred, now some posts are hitting above 400.

I wonder if perhaps Blogger has changed their algorithm or what? Or are a myriad of FBI agents perusing my ramblings? Have any of my blogger friends noticed something similar?

 

Messages

                                                                   

Is the hollyhock sending me a message with this beautiful squiggly script? I think it says Release the Epstein Files.

The message from the Night Blooming Cereus is less mysterious: Pay attention! We'll be opening one night soon.

 

Another School Shooting

When will the powers that be come to terms with the simple truth that the easy availability of guns and especially assault-type rifles is the major element making our country number 1 (Number 1? MAGA!) in school shootings?

The Ten Commandments on the classroom wall won't help; nor will having kindergarten teachers packing heat. Better and more accessible mental

 health professionals would be nice . . . but I suspect this administration has cut those budgets.

And I greatly fear that sooner or later, the Felon in the Oval Office will decide that this is a job for the National Guard--when they're done picking up trash and spreading mulch in DC.

 

Sun and Moon